Zimbabwe...After 10 years

Going back to the motherland was both overwhelming and emotional (all for the right reasons). I moved to Scotland in 2008 when I was 14 years old and hadn't managed to go back until just before my 25th birthday (I'm getting closer to thirty each day, I even plucked out a grey hair today and I'm not yet over it). There's something about going back to the place that you call home that just uplifts you in ways unimaginable. That is the only way I can explain my trip back to Zimbabwe.

I took a journal and attempted to document every part of my trip until about day 5 when all I wanted to do was just take in every moment. In the 10 years since I left Zimbabwe, I have grown and achieved so much that going home was a way of looking at where life began for me. I even got to spend a day with my biological father which was beneficial.